Bad Life, Good Life

It's somewhat a change of the normal routine of coming home to watch some TV, fix myself up a bowl of something to eat and sleep till the next day came. It's almost robotic and that was almost suicide to me.

Nobody is around at home this pass week and I've finished watching the whole first season of Desperate Housewives, the whole Season 3 of the Sopranos and the whole season 4 of Sex and the city plus about 20+ porno cd from my brothers collection. Being single does have it's dividents. Other than porno the rest is rather honest when life is the subject of matter and honesty is a friend with no complications. Samantha Jones may distracts it with her fantastic body but nobody can put down honesty.

When the year started I was so adamant on changing myself and after months of trying to do something I finally had a few things done recently which I hope was not too late to make this year somewhat worth.

To start off I passed my second year of studies which equals to a an Advance Diploma. Then today I actually went to the gym and had over 30 minutes on the cycle master plus I've actually started my assignment after weeks of sitting on it.

Here is the thing I kinda feel good about it and honestly think life is only going to get better.

This one is dedicated to better life even if it takes 30 minutes of sweating or 2 hours of thinking to get to it.

Life is what it is to be, I choose to try and make mine better.

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Bless me

Some friends from Singapore came down last night on my busiest weekend, but since we were taught to be good to our neighbours I just had to excercise my national duty and meet them dumping my planned "I need to really study this week" agenda.

After all a night out at the town to me is really, really hard to resist.

Met them in a Latin kinda Bar at an exclusive hotel, Salsa was the flavour of the night. After a few drinks my legs were shaking and to the dance floor we went despite my "newbieness" to Salsa.

Despite of my busy schedule and being all stressed up about it I can always find in myself to let go and have fun. You know fuck it if I'm doing the Egyptian dance to Salsa music, it's really about fun on the dance floor and why in the world people want to take dance classes so they can dance "properly" to Salsa tunes. Paying for people to teach you to have fun is quite crazy when you know you can torrent salsa videos for free. Right?

classes = no fun
no classes = bad dancing = weird looks from others = I don't care cause dancing is suppose to be fun anyway

While dancing away I realised how much on any account I could find that little balance to go and let loose. Yes I look silly but ain't fun about being silly?

Being a fucktard = being serious
Being silly = you're fun fucker

I guess some people are excellent in sports, some are good at drawing and I guess I'm good at having fun. Lord I feel like a bimbo.

So the moral of the story is don't be a fucktard and fun is not a crime and I could be a bimbo in my past life.

Bless me and bless you for actually reading this post.

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